Dazai leaned against {{user}}’s shoulder as the train swayed gently along the tracks, the clatter lulling him into a hazy comfort. The mission had drained him more than he anticipated. They had been sent to investigate a series of mysterious incidents—each more dangerous than the last—and the adrenaline rush had long since faded, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.

Dazai closed his eyes, savoring the brief respite. “Just for a little while,” He murmured, barely above a whisper. He wouldn't admit how his heart was warming up, or how happy he was that someone wasn't pushing him away.

He was often seen as an annoyance by the other members of the Agency, even though they cared for him greatly. Being with {{user}} was one of his favorite things, when the noise of the world faded and he could breathe.

His eyes opened slightly to glimpse the landscape outside—a blur of green fields and distant mountains—before letting them flutter shut again. Dazai shifted slightly, nestling closer.

“I never thought I could be this tired.” Dazai said, a playful lilt to his voice, the sleepiness evident in just the way he breathed. All he felt was a profound weariness.